"You come with me, boy. What's your name?"
"Ed Butler."
"Oh, yair! I know! Go ahead dere now. Go now. I'll give you a kick—see?"
Ed traveled on down the steps and through the door.
The Chinaman following shot a bolt and turned to face the boy.
It was just a dingy little bedroom without a window and lighted by an ordinary lamp.
"Sit down," ordered the Chinaman, pointing to a chair.
He picked up a moon banjo out of another, and putting it on the floor sat down himself.
Then a fire of questions was thrown at Ed.
Nobody can ask questions like a Chinaman once he goes at it.